Intuition

It was ether intuition, inspiration, or luck, nevertheless, we found it. This was one of those days with high Sierra winds so high that they would knock you off balance, the rime was horizontal and at least 6 inches thick protruding from tree limbs, your face felt sunburned and leathery. We skied the south face of Castle Peak from the summit (a gnarly bunch of conglomerate rocks and cliffs) following the path of least resistance, cautiously as we knew there was a false chute--somewhere. Once we got to a certain point and knew we were safe. I finally took out the camera, below is one of the few shots.

Skiing was actually great, though a little thin, but this line rarely fills in (acc. to local lore) so I was happy regardless. The apron opened up nice, the clouds broke with sun and fresh tracks, no one around but us. California is nice like that, the backcountry ain't crowded like my home hills the "Wasangeles" Range. I hope to ski this line again--it was a blast. I love skiing and this hot weather is killing me, seriously. Summer needs to move fast.

Well, off to the Philippines where it's not only hotter than Hades, but also raining!